Bunden Af Fødekæden - Pede B

Stilheden imellem os er som tusind skrig

Direkte ind i øret, det øredøvende uden lige'

Men helt ærligt så ved jeg slet ikke hvad jeg skulle sig'

For at løfte det humør min co-chauffør er ude i

Vi kører en omvej, kun for at overveje

Om der' andre metoder at afslut' den her dårlig' leg'

Svaret vi kommer frem til er stadig et ornligt' nej

Har ellers altid noget i baghånden så det her' et dårligt tegn

De gode foreslag er alle forsvundet

Mobilen har konstant summet, så ha smider den i handskerummet

Han ved at dem der ringer ik' kan vent' halvanden måned

De vil ha' mønter nu, så hans mund den er fastlukket

Kører mod Jimmy for at ku' gi' ham og mig lidt fred

Ka' mærke der' noget galt da jeg drejer ned mod hans lejlighed

Døren til opgangen er losset ind

Gad vide hvor meget Jimmy egentlig sidder fast i det her edderkoppespind

Lejligheden er splittet ad, kunne ligne et sceneskred

Jimmy er stille, udover det virker han ikke vred

Sætter sig i en sofa med et blik som om han lige fik en hashpsykose

Nu ligner både studiet og Jimmys hjem sgu en katastrofe

Piben har fået en anden tone, en alvorlig en

Manden der plejede at være overlegen, har fået et lidt hårdt problem

Så efter ti minutter sir' han rimlig' udmattet

Det nok er bedst hvis han lige tar' et par uger til udlandet

Og det svært at sige ham imod

Når manden han næsten har en pris på sit hoved'

Måske de ku' komme tilbage lige om lidt

De der folk der faktisk godt vil spilde hans blod

Fylder en taske med tøj, blinker nervøst mens han rister en smøg

Har brændt sine naller, og karmaen kalder

Det en sandhed som han ik' kan knæk eller bøje

Går med ham mod et stoppested

Øjnene kører op og ned

Bange for at rende ind i de drenge han har fucket med

Hans tanker om knapper i madrasser og en kongekæde

Er bremset og rettet til at drengen må se at kom' afsted

For Ivans lille brigade, tog de penge som Jimmy havde

Jeg ville være en frygtelig ven hvis jeg bare virkede ligeglad

Men der' en hæveautomat på næste sidegade

Lad os om der er noget tilbage min byture de ik' har taget

14.000 og det' ik' i plus, det meste er røget på spiritus

Kassekreditten er oppe på tyve så de sidste seks de kan lige suges

Min ven er ude og skide og vi snakker ik' det lille hus

Man skal husk' at se sig for hvis man skal lege fidibus

Så han får det sidste har, mere end nok til en flybillet

Plus det løse, han så kan spise, drikke eller ryge væk

Det som en skattejagt efter ordene, det svært at finde noget at sige

7−9-13 bank under bordene, og snart er hans flugt forbi

Jeg kender hans stil, han gir' mig et smil der ik' er helt overbevisende

Han griner og siger slap af det jo ikke fordi jeg skal sove i en kiste

Jeg kommer tilbage så snart jeg har fundet en måde at ordne min krise

Indtil da er det bedst jeg bare chiller for Ivan har ik' været så sjov på det

sidste

Gir' ham et enkelt kram og mumler et på gensyn

Ingen af os kan sige hvornår han er hjemme i hjembyen

Drejer om på hælen og går tilbage til bilen igen

Uden den fjerneste idé om hvornår jeg kan se min ven

Jeg føler mig tom og går derfra uden en mønt på min lom

Fortalte ham om Ella men drengen han sad bare med et fjæs som om det var støbt

i beton

Og nu er han simpelthen smuttet, flugten over plankeværket

Brændemærket, vi vel tætte så længe jeg har ham i hjertet

The silence between us is like a thousand screams

Directly into the ear, the deafening without equal '

But honestly, I do not know what to say '.

To lift the mood my co-driver is out in

We take a detour, just to consider

Whether there are 'other methods to end' this bad 'game'

The answer we come to is still a clear 'no

Otherwise always have something in the back of my hand so this's a bad sign

The good suggestions have all disappeared

The mobile has constantly buzzed, so ha throws it in the glove compartment

He knows that those who call can not 'wait' a month and a half

They want coins now, so his mouth is closed

Driving towards Jimmy to 'give' him and me some peace

Can you feel anything wrong when I turn down towards his apartment

The door to the stairwell has been unloaded

I wonder how much Jimmy is actually stuck in this spider web

The apartment is split apart, could look like a stage landslide

Jimmy is quiet, other than that he does not seem angry

Sits down on a couch with a look as if he just got a hash psychosis

Now both the studio and Jimmy's home look like a damn disaster

The pipe has been given a different tone, a serious one

The man who used to be superior has gotten a little tough problem

So after ten minutes sir 'he reasonably' exhausted

It's probably best if he's just taking a few weeks abroad

And it's hard to say him against

When the man he almost has a price on his head '

Maybe they could come back in a little while

Those people who actually well want to spill his blood

Fills a bag with clothes, blinks nervously as he shakes a smoke

Has burned his teddy bears and karma is calling

It's a truth he can not crack or bend

Walks with him towards a stop

The eyes run up and down

Afraid to run into the boys he's fucked with

His thoughts on buttons in mattresses and a king chain

Is slowed down and directed so that the boy can see that he is leaving

For Ivan's little brigade, they took the money that Jimmy had

I would be a terrible friend if I just seemed indifferent

But there's an ATM on the next side street

Let's if there's anything left my city trips they've not taken

14,000 and the 'ik' in plus, most are smoked on liquor

The overdraft is up to twenty so the last six they can just be sucked

My friend is out fucking and we'm not talking the little house

You have to remember to watch out for if you are going to play fidibus

So he gets the last has, more than enough for a plane ticket

Plus the loose he can then eat, drink or smoke away

It like a treasure hunt for the words, it hard to find something to say

7−9-13 knock under the tables, and soon his escape is over

I know his style, he gives me a smile that is not completely convincing

He laughs and says get rid of it not because I have to sleep in a coffin

I will be back as soon as I have found a way to fix my crisis

Until then, it's best I'm just chilling for Ivan, it's not been that fun

last

Give him a simple hug and mumble one again

None of us can say when he's home in his hometown

Turns on the heel and goes back to the car again

Without the remotest idea of ​​when I can see my friend

I feel empty and walk away without a coin in my pocket

Told him about Ella but the boy he just sat with a face as if it had been cast

in concrete

And now he has simply slipped, fleeing over the fence

The brand, we probably close as long as I have him in my heart